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T49571 1 To an Excellent Tune Spanish Lady, The To an Excellent Tune WILL you hear of a Spanish Lady, / How she woo'd an English Man; Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. : THE: / Spanish LADY'S Love to an English Man. THE: Spanish LADY'S Love to an English Man. Deloney, Thomas 1710-1710

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WILL you hear of a Spanish Lady, How she woo'd an English Man; Garments gay, as rich as may be, Deck'd with Jewels had she on: Of a comely Countenance And Grace was she, Both Birth and Parentage, Of high Degree. As his Prisoner there he kept her, In his Hands her Life did lie: Cupids Bands did tie them faster, By the twinkling of an Eye: In his courteous Company Was all her Joy, To favour him in any Thing She was not coy. But at last there came Command, For to see all Ladies free, With their Jewels still adorn'd, None to do them injury.
Oh! then said this Lady gay, Full woe is me; Oh! let me still sustain this kind Captivity. Gallant Captain, take some pity On a Woman in Distress; Leave me not within this City, For to die in Heaviness: Thou hast set this present Day My Body free; But my Heart in Prison still Remains with thee. How shouldst thou fair Lady, love Whom thou know'st thy Country's Foe? Thy fair Words make me suspect thee, Serpents lie where Flowers grow: All the Harm I think on thee, Most courteous Knight, God grant upon my Head the same May fully light.
Blessed be the Time and Season, That you came on Spanish Ground; If you may our Foes be termed, Gentle Foes we have you found: With our City you have won Our Hearts each one; Then to your Country bear away What is our own. Rest you still you gallant Lady, Rest you still and weep no more, Of fair Flowers you have plenty, Spain doth yield you wonderous store. Spaniards laugh with Jealousy, We oft doth find, But English Men throughout the World Are counted kind. Leave me not unto a Spaniard, Thou alone enjoys my Heart; I am lovely, young and tender, Love is likewise my desert: Still to serve the Day and Night, My Mind is prest, The Wife of every English Man Is counted blest. It would be a shame fair Lady, For to bear a Woman hence; English Soldiers never carry Any without Offence. I will quickly change myself, If it be so, And like a Page will follow thee Wheree'er you go. I have neither Gold nor Silver To maintain thee in this Case, And to Travel is great Charges, As you know in every Place. My Chains and Jewels every one, Shall be thy own, And eke an hundred Pound in Gold, That lies unknown. On the Seas are many Dangers, Many Storms do there arise, Which will be to Ladies dreadful, And force tears from their Eyes.
Well worth I shall endure Extreamly; For I could find in my Heart to lose My Life for thee. Courteous Lady, leave this Folly, Here comes all that breeds the Strife I in England have already A sweet Woman to my Wife: I will not falsify my Vow For Gold nor Gain, Nor yet all the fairest Dames That live in Spain. Oh! how happy is that Woman, That enjoys so true a Friend; Many happy Days God send her And of my Suit I'll make an End: On my Knees I pardon crave For my Offence, Which love and true Affection Did Commence. Commend me to that gallant Lady, Bear to her that Chain of Gold, With these Bracelets for a Token, Grieving that I was so bold: All my Jewels, in like Sort, Take thou with thee: But they are fitting for thy Wife, But not for me. I will spend my Days in Prayer, Love and all her Laws defy, In a Nunnery I'll shroud me, Far from any Company: But e'er my Prayer have an End, Be sure of this, To pray for thee and for thy Love, I will not miss. Thus farewel, most gallant Captain, Farewel to my Heart's content, Count not Spanish Ladies wanton, Though to thee my Mind was bent Joy and true Prosperity, Remain with thee: The like fall unto thy Share, Most fair Lady.